It’s my fourth wedding anniversary.
I turn 35 in 30 minutes.
By some measures, I’m no longer a part of the prime demographic.
I don’t know who new musicians are (generally).
I’ve been playing Beck’s Sea Change like it’s still 2002.
My beard has so many grey hairs.
I probably have two more job changes/promotions left before I’m firmly one of the olds and shifting gears is unusual.
As you probably can tell, we haven’t taken a trip. We’re adjusting to avoid once again vacationing in boiling heat. I’m glad we did. I had to run down to Hampton Roads for a family emergency, and my dog also is sick.
But, in all honesty, I’m not complaining.
There a lot of road and adventure ahead of me. And I’m looking forward to it.
This lament about getting older is nothing but that split second when all the traffic lights are red.